[AU -- *spoilers*] Sora/Kaito

[inheritthewind]

As it sometimes does come to pass, a counselor finds himself wanting a bit of time to himself, some time where he can let relax his guard a little and let the buzz in his head just sound itself out.

So that's why Takeuchi Sora is currently in an unoccupied cabin, one that one would assume is one of the outposts constructed by the camp patrols, given its smaller size and non-central location. Anyone who happened to walk in might not even notice him at first -- and then would only see a young man sitting calmly, presumably enjoying the peace and quiet.

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"I don't want all the details, man, but how'd it go?"

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It takes a second or two, but Kaito reels it all in, forcefully. His cigarette is burning at the filter now and he tosses it over the edge of the bed. "I don't want to hear about the ideas that keep you company. Stick to women, they suit you better."

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"Gotta agree with you there! But man, that don't leave us with much common ground to talk about..."

He shifts his position, moving so that the gun is no longer jamming into his chest but not changing the amount of distance between them.

"Can hardly imagine what'd keep you company if it ain't your little former king there. Oh, wait... don't tell me throwin' people into jail gets you... oh, man, I so didn't need my brain to be goin' there..."

Whatever disgust he might be describing, he is, nevertheless, cracking himself up.

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Kaito pulls back the hammer on his gun with a very satisfying click. "Are you done bullshitting yet? Unless you think who gets into my bed will help us get the hell out of here, you're just asking for personal satisfaction~ But I think you've already seen that our styles clash."

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The click doesn't elicit so much as a blink.

"Yeah, 'cuz I ain't a fuckin' masochist. An' just lookin' like a lady ain't good enough for me."

He leans over even closer to Kaito.

"You got any more ideas for gettin' us out? 'Cuz I told you before, I was just chillin', I ain't got no place to be goin' to..."

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"Wall," Kaito says, and his voice is even but the word comes from between grit teeth. "Ceiling. Take the fucking place apart, if necessary and see if it's a goddamn bubble."

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He heaves a sigh and pushes himself away from the wall.

"Man, you'd never expect common interests to be springin' up here of all places... but.... hey."

And anything not within a three-foot radius of Sora had better be holding on tight, because there are some fierce winds a-blowing.

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If anything, Kaito's glare darkens. Seeing the Wind Regalia used first hand was useful, but he had no desire to be in the middle of it, for reasons that have nothing to do with concern for his safety. He reaches out and grabs his whip before it can be snatched away in the gathering tornado, and winds it up in his hand. The gun he finally holsters again, freeing up a hand to hold his hair out of his face as the winds continue to grow.

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While he's vaguely aware of Kaito and being watched, it's more out of the habit of being aware of his environment and always out in plain view. The actual concern here, though, Sora's actual enemy, is this MOTHER-FUCKING CABIN. And this fucker is going down (or such is the plan, if the dark grin on his face can be trusted). In a rather literal sense, too, as the walls take a hard hit, the winds ripping at them relentlessly, not letting up in the least as the cheap wood begins to groan and crack and the pieces give way, debris flying through the air at fatal speed.

...and yet, for some reason, something about the destruction-in-progress doesn't seem to be going quite right.

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Turning his attention away from Sora, Kaito looks out to the walls. As the winds get stronger, the bed under him begins to shift. And given the option between staying on the bed and seeing if it will get sucked into the gathering storm, or standing up close to Sora to stay within the eye, Kaito plants both of his feet firmly on the shivering cabin floor to keep the bed from dragging away any further.

Only once he's sure the bed isn't going to fly away does Kaito really get to notice what's up with the walls. Wood that was being torn apart and sent splintering through the air was being, a moment later, replaced by new boards, new nails. New mother fucking walls.

". . . Shit."

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The winds die down, leaving one Wind King staring at the walls with a definite twitch in his eye.

"...sonnuvabitch."

And in case anyone was wondering, kicking at the newly-grown walls doesn't help, either.

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Kaito is not looking very surprised, and has in fact gone back Sora not being important. He digs out another cigarette, and as he does, finds the GPS tracker in his pocket. After a moment of thought he flips the cover off a yellow button and pushes it. Three short, three long, three short.

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With another muttered curse, he finally puts some distance between himself and that motherfucking wall.

"Who you callin'? Ghostbusters?"

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Finishing the code, Kaito tucks the GPS away again and lights up. "Sending Akito a message." Then he crosses his legs and smokes. Apparently fully intending to just sit and wait.

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Shameless as ever, Sora skates over to the bed and sits his ass down, seemingly without the slightest concern for his personal safety.

"You seriously think that thing's gonna work? After it got you here in the first place?"

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If Kaito would like to shift further away to re-establish his A-Tard free bubble, he doesn't show it in anything but shifting a glare in Sora's direction.

"If he gets it, he starts looking now. If he doesn't, someone else comes here eventually. Bang your face against the walls a bit more if you still think force will work."

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The grin on his face might just be Sora being Sora or it could be awareness of how he's stepping on Kaito's space -- or those two could really just be part of the same thing.

"Nah, I'm takin' a break from that for a while." He laughs. "Man, of all the people to be gettin' stuck... Guess you're just lucky it's me an' not my brother, huh?"

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"One pile of garbage stinks up the place same as another."

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His grin just simmers itself down into a smile that would be almost sweet if you didn't know where it that thing had been.

"I think that'd be the real test of whether you've been savin' or not."

He pushes himself farther onto the bed so that he can rest his back against the wall.

"How quick do you think your brother'd be able to get to you here?"

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Kaito tilts his head back and blows smoke up at the ceiling, not even wasting a thought on the idea of Agito saving him from either Sora. As if that was his purpose.

"Is thinking about what might have been what gets a bastard like you up in the morning?"

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There's a pause as Sora just sits there, watching Kaito and thinking, smile never leaving his face.

"...nah. Thinkin' 'bout what's gonna be's lots more fun."

And that's when he moves, shoving Kaito over and pushing him down, his left elbow planted in Kaito's chest, chin resting in his hand, as he leans over him, smile gone lazy and a lot more genuine.

"You got any thoughts on the future, Kaito?"

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It wasn't really a matter of letting his guards down so much as never bothering to put them up, and in the back of his head Kaito was prepared for the fact that the King Roach might take the bait and pick a fight. But spending every second with gun drawn and watching his back wasn't a win Kaito would ever let the trash have.

Still, mentally expecting a fight and physically being pressed into a mattress by Takeuchi Fucking Sora were two entirely different things. Kaito doesn't process thought so much as instinct, which was nothing but a boiling rage, and grits his teeth. His right hand shoots out and aims at Sora's adam's apple with the stretched edge of his hand between thumb and forefinger.

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His right hand shoots across to grab at Kaito's wrist, latching onto it as it reaches his throat, stopping it just short enough to prevent Kaito from getting in a hard hit.

"Goin' for the throat again? What'd I say 'bout you bein' predictable? Man, this shouldn't feel so familiar..."

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It takes an actual effort to not stretch his fingers and scratch at Sora's throat with his nails, but Kaito finds it somewhere. The gut instinct that lashed out before he'd even thought to want to contain it was over with, but having missed the chance to make a kill, it's easier hold his seething anger back behind teeth and eyes. To focus on the fact that Sora's elbow on his chest on the weight behind it was going to fucking bruise, asshole. Kaito doesn't let his hand go limp in Sora's grip, but he doesn't push further either. His left hand drops the cigarette he'd somehow held onto over the edge of the bed. If it caught fire and sent them both up at this point Kaito didn't much care.

"What's this?" Kaito finally gets out, not quite keeping the rough anger out of his voice, but it's a few thousand notches below what he'd felt an instant ago. "Switching teams just for a new game?"

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"Actually, I'd just felt like beatin' your pathetic face in for a while, but hey! I'm a considerate guy, I'm willin' to take suggestions."

His grip on Kaito's wrist squeezes painfully tight as he yanks Kaito's hand across his body, pinning it to the bed.

"Sounds like somethin' you'd be up for, at least."